Honesty and Poetry healed my broken and blue!

A college is a refreshing start for any individual, especially those who have always been raised very protectively and provided the support of walls and boundaries covering them and acting as their saviors!
A towering Six-Storey, Multi-Sectional Modular building had impacted me sentimentally, reminding me of the protectiveness of school days! The new cray red color of the college walls was acting clean but carried the vibe of significant responsibility for many lives!
I felt a heavy heart that was tired of facing its daily notes and was keen to know what was lying ahead in pursuit of the daily activities at the college!

As I entered the student auditorium, I noticed the colorful banners hanging and decorated on the side walls and railing. It displayed titles such as "Best New Fresher," "Best Fresher Artist," and "Best Model." etc.

"Will you be singing with our group?" she asked. I replied, "No, I don't know how to sing!" Fear flashed in my eyes as I tried to pull my shoulder away from her grip. The girls in our batch shined in Florent colors; they gathered together in the center like a family of a colorful flower bouquet!

The other groups of boys in our batch created a loud sense of showing fashion as they passed by us! One of the boys enjoyed chewing his lollipop - He made a growling sound, funny enough to make other people laugh! He exclaimed, " Watch out! We have to back the first position at any cost."
As he sprinted away in the opposite direction of the auditorium, his hurried movements caused another person's books to tumble out of his grasp, scattering across the ground helplessly like a jigsaw puzzle unnoticed by others as they all were eagerly preparing to begin the program!
I made my way towards the scattered books. My honesty implored me and compelled me to ask about their desolate state.
I lowered my head and tried to silence the inner monologues which continued to yearn! As I glanced at the person I had collected books for,
he appeared fully immersed in his world!
On the other side, My desire to participate in cultural events led me to the stage where my friends had gathered for a poetry recitation.
I suddenly realized I had mistakenly taken his diary as I could feel the weight of my college purse weighing up. Frustrated with the sweat of the competitive events, I helplessly wondered and looked here and there to return his diary.

When I opened his journal with irritation, I was surprised to find many soulful poems.
As I read the beautiful words, I decided to recite a few lines and thought we could all win today. Every poem in that diary seemed to be smiling at me, and I returned the smile while feeling the beginning of a friendship at this moment. Two of my friends geeked into what I was reading so attentively and asked me what I would recite.
Without hesitation, I told them I chose to recite the 5th poem that he wrote, titled "Silence." I greeted the public with the poem and its stanzas, feeling amazed with every line I repeated.
As I started the recitation, I entered a mysteriously beautiful world where the falls from the peak of the hardship mountain felt like the cold fall on the charcoal ground of my broken enthusiasm. I could see different versions of my outlook carrying the saddest ghosts of the past, and those inner eyes of my heart walls began to seep a kinder note beneath their efforts to move on.
I didn't take credit for his work as it wasn't mine, so I told the audience that the writer's name remains unknown!
And in that moment, I felt a wave of peace wash over me, ending the inner war raging in my heart from the beginning of the day! I was relieved!
Until today, I feel grateful for the opportunity to embrace hidden honesty and do the right thing. It gifted me with a grateful start when the owner of the book of poems approached me afterward; he thanked me for not taking credit for his soulful art.

It was a soulful poem written by an unknown writer that gave me a new light and hope. It inspired me to set my heart free from the turmoil that refused to cease initially.

To this day, I agree and acknowledge this newly found appreciation for the power of truth! It is impressive how honesty and Silence can affect and soothe someone so movingly and others who try to feel it.

This incident has always infused me with great zeal as it increases my inner creative activity.
It helps me yearn to explore the untold depths lying at the core corner of any subject and write many poems.

I'm grateful for this experience and the truth's immense significance. Even today, I feel drawn to the allure of that poem because its words have miraculously conveyed honesty.

I'll always be thankful, and that's for sure!
©shivpoetesspriya

Human Intention and Conscience- Mind it!

There is a delicate factor that dwells in all of us. It is the conscience; it is present in all of us. Generally, if we do wrong, our conscience won't let us stay at peace. It guides us on the right path by avoiding the wrath and living with integrity. Our peace is essential—our means- me, along with others. Suppose I enter a bus where everyone is shouting, crying, and yelling. I don't think I will be at peace or remain unaffected!

When it comes to politics, our intentions matter the most. It's important to consider how we will handle the questions others pose to us. Will we answer in a way we think they want to hear without genuinely caring about the outcome? Or will we promise what is in our hearts? Our heart's deep desire often drives us to pursue what is best for ourselves. However, we must also consider the needs and necessities of other people and the reasons behind our promises to them. Are we doing it for the sake of dependents or simply for the sake of recognition and power that comes with being a leader?

Bringing out the best in ourselves and those around us is essential. Only by clearly understanding these factors can we be strong, not just in our hearts but also in our minds and actions, as we work towards creating a better future for ourselves and those around us. While power can certainly help, it's important to remember that it requires a lot of sacrifice and giving of oneself. Our intentions must always be pure, and we must never harm others for our gain.

©️shivpoetesspriya

I am crying my heart out to feel your smile!

With tears in my eyes
will I be able to see the
tears in your eyes?

Your frown is also,
Love! It is your part!
It is the part of your
expression.
But a frown is a frown,
aroused due to irritation
or disapproval!

Your little movements are
so captivating and beloved
to my heart!

If I take your frown as love,
then don't turn away from me!
If there is any furthermore
meaning to your given action
then please let me know
about it!

©shivpoetesspriya

I miss your gingerly ways!

The sentiments which are
protected with the warmth of
healing shadows,
are differentiated into many layers and
cannot be always categorized under agony. It is just like because the pain, which is suffered during a particular time, cannot be expected that it will pertain to lengthen out in time.
It may or may not be the case and,
thus ruled by probability!
However, leaving that on the
fate of the kindest gesture!

I wish you were here,
and could dab my little gloomy
heart with some innocence!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

The rhythm had an outlined urge.
It was shining differently onto me and
wanted to engulf me in a different world
with some overwhelming memory!

The safe point is You!
The love point is You!
I don't want to give up my
motivating direction and focus on You!

The rhythm is attractive and soulful.
It allows me to tiptoe into the delicacy and
pulls me away into its memory!
The helplessness in me is charmed
by the deeply grasping tone and the vocal melody.
It is eventually leading me to sing the song without feeling any love!

So the tuneless tears flow out of me!
They flow with their tuneless fate of emptiness!
©️shivpoetesspriya

My aspiring faith has the
whelming courteousness.

It is tired of searching
you in the redintegration of
its jammiest sereneness.

The oblivescence wants
to say goodbye!

But the benevolent concern
of emotional readiness,
feels the frabjous joy by
submerging into an
ingratiatingly adorable
world.

-Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions

The rigidness and stubbornness.
It seems like a waste.

At the end of the day, all its tenants
are galloped by the sorrow.

When sorrowing eyes lower down,
they weep the pain of their heart.

And again, in just a few seconds.
The rigidness.
The stubbornness.
It seems like a waste of its futile, growling, meek efforts!
©shivpoetesspriya

O darling,
What is life?
When you don't understand?

Is it some botheration eating you when you want to hum a love tune?

What is life?
When you don't understand?
Darling.

Is it the weight of worry settling in your stomach,
Weighing you down until you're finally free from the crunch?

What is life?
When you don't understand?
Darling.

I feel it.
It's all overwhelming, like facing something big.
Facing and letting go of everything all at once!

What is it, my darling?
What is life?
When you don't understand?
©shivpoetesspriya

Right now,
I am treading
with this nullifying
effort!

Holding it and
leaving it.
Even if I am not
caught in between these
two phases, then also
how sadly, I am in the same
state of feelings.

If something can change
this hurtable cycle,
then it is your smile, which
can help me.

Why don't you please enter into
it?

This pleadingly, braving
brokenness is open.
It is surviving its time
in openness.

Don't let me get distanced
from you!

I need your rays.


Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions

At last the healing heart has evoked the curiosity based upon its likeableness for uniqueness which has strengthened the stimulant for doing a pioneering work.

I feel the auroras coursing down my heart and tracing your name in all the captured minim parts.

Although I am thoroughly ensconced by being a lover of a fine art,
But I yearn to feel
the motivation in the amateur part.

This perseverance has a rosy wreathe,
It is present only to experience your brilliant lambency because it lends me the safety for journeying my long-lasting delving quest.

-Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Love you my seawalls!

I feel empty of everything,
for whether it is a feeling which
would come out of some subjectiveness
or a conscious mental effort.

I don't know, how often I think about you.
It is some sort of concealed grief! The moisture
do gets produced from the eyes and the sobbing softness of heart has always so much to say.

Although the inner stratum seems to be
devoid of any feeling but there is a generous
flow of mighty support which encourages
me to keep moving forward regardless
of the hard knocks.

-You are my seawalls, I love your hands as they protect me from hitting hard to erosion.

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Marhamii se tum!

Ye khush numai se
kaise hain pal...
Jinme tumhaari har raah mein
sajaaii naazuk si bunde!
Vo bunde jo keval tumhaare
deedaar ki pyaasi hain!!

Phoolon men agar pyaar ka
chehra hai toh kyu na umade ye afshaanii aur gul-andaaz mere
mann ki barsaaton se...

Tum ** mera muskuraata chain
aur meri bheegi palkon ka pyaar!!
Aaj dil ki khushi ko gale lagake
gaya hai mene ek nagma!!

Mujhe maalum hai!
Dil se phool bann gayi hoon
men tumhaari yaadon mein!!!!
©shivpoetesspriya

It feels like magic when a piece of you sings a music genre that is named love.
It feels like a special musical genre with a familiar beat that greets and follows my heart.
It holds the capacity to rewind the memories of love.
And when that happens, I listen to you daily, my playlist!
An unlocked melody that was so strange once now becomes every song in my entire playlist.
So, I hear you daily in all the songs.
Those song- genres are luckily named love.
And I figured it out as your melodies in my playlist!
©shivpoetesspriya

Mere priye paardarshi!



O mere priye paardarshi,
Apne muskurate hue
pratibimba ke saath
meri raksha karna!

Mera saahil nibha
chuka hai kuch
laazim vaaden!

Pyaas nahi
rahi, toh
sahan-sheelata
kese aayegi is
dardmand-dil se?

O naavik, apne
chhipe hue gamon se
Is aashiqe-beemaar
ka khyaal rakhna!

Apne khule dil se iski
sthiti aabaad rakhna!

Apne zameer ko dokha
mat dena!

Majnu ki tarah mat rona!
Majnu ke hausle ki tarah
jaroor chamakana!

-Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Suune ambar ke jazbaaton se..
Unki khiltii hui muskuraahaton se...
Unki dil- daar jesi aur khuda jesi jaan
se....thaam lo mujhe tum unke haaton se!

Aate hain vo mere mann ke
chaav me.. kuch adaa-e-ishq
ke kirne gungunaane!
Chha jaate hain unke qisse
samadhur tarannum mein!

Kaash unke mann ki kiran se nikal
ke...chhu lo tum mujhe!
Fir na manaaungi in dukhon ke
dar-ba-dar sa.nvar ko!
©️shivpoetesspriya

It hurts when you look at me, and I'm not there.

My entire being hurts, and there is something I can't digest when you don't look at me.

Today, it hurts even more because I am unable to meet your gaze.

I used to be angry and tell the illusion and delusion in me about me never missing your gaze and ascertaining without confusion about how it feels when you look at me, and I never miss it.

But today, a whole of me is very lonely.
And it hurts that I miss all your gazes, especially your special frowning capabilities.
©shivpoetesspriya

O! My last place, would you like to teach me what love is by showing me how to bend?

O! My last place, do you want to teach me what competition is by competing with the sheer madness of all the societal stigmas?

O! weighty conclusions, do you want to teach me how to live by typing your name and calculating the mistake?

O! The freshness of the insightful photo. Do you want to teach me what new color in emotion I crave in life?

O! My last place, I'm grateful to you despite my unanswered questions and desire for growth!
©shivpoetesspriya

I feel something offbeat while listening to a song.
For the sake of the collapsed fate,
My heart lightens a candle, and it keeps burning.

But I feel something off track.
The feelings of the past.
Why it has to collide with me
for making my present repent.

I feel something is offbeat,
It is unaware of the pain my heart holds.

My thorn story has never escaped
any situation.

But here, I feel something offbeat.
That does not match the
challenge forming inside me.

I feel something off track, and I'm still recollecting.
What is sharper? The external troubles or the
offbeat feelings of a helpless heart!
©shivpoetesspriya

My relearning emotion cries
and courage sings.


Cover me with your consent
of unaided efforts, which you
feel rightfully towards me.

Please hold me in the realm
of your purely worship for
propriety.
Have you completely forgotten
about me?

My sombre music
wails in distance and
acts like a ritornello.
You wonder about its
beats, but it has always
remain closer to you.

-Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

You are my world.  
I found you in my emotions.  

The gleaming shine my heart tries to hold onto is flying away.  

I'm supposed to ease my lyrics like a safety glass.  
Can you see me through this window and ask me to join you?  

But you were left behind on the track.  

I felt the gleaming shine return to my heart.  
It fixed my safety glass.  

I see you across the same junction now.  
Shall we walk together?  

©shivpoetesspriya

O Halfheartedness!
Are you the only emotion left in me?
O Nonchalant!
Why do you worry while singing?
O Unstirred!
Would you tell me you don't like pausing in between and leaving the song half sung?
O despairing heart, haven't you acquired this temporary state of feelings only to accommodate inconsolableness later?

The heart is whining and sadly blind. Such is the condition of the internal space of the wound, yet to heal!

Tell me, don't you wish to sing your deep feelings?
I am eagerly waiting to feel your grace in the realm of brokenness!
I am waiting for that unique tone to come out in its most intriguing and attributing way. It is the distinctive quality of getting absorbed in the pitch of a song!

I know my heart is constantly trying to acquire different milestones of emotions now.
My weepy gaze is on the brink of falling off and moving past their tearfulness.

I know the acoustical provinces of bass can feel my heart, and this time they changed their discourse of the tune and sang the song with a little different emotion.

Tell me, O susceptible, isn't my heart less gloomy now?

©️shivpoetesspriya

Never alone!

Your crazy vibe
which is always so
stirred emotionally has
saved your jollying
laughter!
The sense of relief
is surely the lead-ier
and prominent factor!

The saveable are lucky
because the peacefulness
is restored inside you!
The closest are lucky
because the innocuousness is
saved inside you!
I know the favorably
luckiness and the fortunate
positions!

Don’t worry!
The steadfastness has
a lot to do with the achievements!
Don’t be sad because
you are a wiseacre and a goalie!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

No matter what we do, we will become the black dust of our ashes.
Our mind can't die, even if it's intentional, non-intentional, deeply aware, or only partially aware!
It has no physical covering like our skin, a protective barrier for our bodies.

Those who focus their main interest on the taste of harm and destruction, with solely ignorant intentions, are foolish and ultimately lead themselves to self-destruction! Even death is ashamed to associate with such individuals.

A destructive mindset only leads to chaos and an unhappy life.

Those who desire peace do not engage in wicked behavior.
Is it humane to participate in such evil?
Death will inevitably come, regardless of whether or not it shows mercy!
©shivpoetesspriya

Despite my misinterpretation, I keep recording the adventures of the broken rope that I feel and see I am climbing.

I keep gazing at it and analyzing it!

I often ask the challenging wall if it has forsaken me, and it always gives me a tender look.

I keep gazing at it and analyzing it!

Do I have to continue with this broken faith?
Can a person live with a broken faith logically?
If so, can the logical mind stop advising me?

I can't stop wondering about it and analyzing it!

The striving heaviness of my heart wants to touch that ray of sunshine and find ways to climb the hope of a broken faith!

I feel it and see it.
Faithfulness is having a hard time under the most challenging circumstances.

I keep wondering like a gawking bird!

This time, I have noticed that the faithful heart is emerging powerfully amidst all the odds and circumstances!
©shivpoetesspriya

Oh, hidden sway over my soul, I call out to you!

The roads direct me to the ways aligned with my aspirations!

The streets that return their gaze to me ask if I am broken.
The bubbles of tears below my eyes testify to my answer to their question!

The aimlessness of my heart leads me nowhere.
While I tiptoe on the shining concrete surface,
The time clicks away to the surface and moves on!

The graveyard of stories cry,
They try hard to know about their final chapters,
They dig painfully to bring the replication of my feelings.

The ripples on the gray water increase its movement,
bringing the phases closer to their ending part!
I look my coal eyes in acceptance of my heart's yearning.

My heart sighs with a deep breath.
It acts like a relieving oath of finding the unseen moon of my heart!
©shivpoetesspriya

Those roads beyond the same lines
can take anyone to great heights & great depths.
I feel there are always some nobler feelings in an inner sphere , and oodles of worthy emotions inside the integument of a devoted seed! Sometimes, you can stop sharing the point, you can stop intersecting and can become a straight line. You can consider everything as a mirage too!

But do we ever bend? Yes, we do! We can still touch each other!
We can still share the same ***** by being straight! Coplanar lines of your world and my world can still be stretched into infinity! We can still find our missing angles through a common line crossing us. We can hug each other diametrically or when we come together in our true diameters!
Apparently! We are connected with each
other in some way! It could be in the same way as how we see our perceptions or in the same way as how we feel our experiences!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Perceive it through caring eyes!

Wiping your tears away
would help a soul to find its contentment!

I love your smile!
Your tears are not a gladdening thing!
They are sorrowful and lonely!

Subversion of trust is not there!
So, don't cry!

A sudden and simple
crack leads a passage
to our inherent valency!

The compound of love is
our savior here!

The designated spark is too
diligent to be able
to understand your language!
So, don't cry!
Substantive growth is there.
It is feeding yourself with faith!
An immediate contrast help
is always required.
It is presiding with your
inner performer!
So, don't cry!

This indication of advancement in feelings is
imposing a person and, that is you!
Something which is arising to create anew
that is you!
So, don't cry!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Poetizing side of critiquing light!

The poets write.
They love their decisiveness.
If the literature has to rank according to the involvement of their motives, then creativity, which is amicable, can imagine itself to have the sentence to death.

Any series of limitations can rage but can't stop anyone. Let the independent commemoration treat its principles with the verses of love.

Those are diligently committed to coordination for rising poetically.
They will contribute their lyricism of heart.
©shivpoetesspriya

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While losing a striking point, you have become the mentioned & rumored politician!
The stained thoughts, their limited vision, and understanding are minute seams emerging to be perceived assumptions by the eyes of the public!
The impacting value of harshness that one is unspared of is the same element erected in different platforms and used as an opponent for a decaying political stature.
Would you care to ask these questions to yourself?
The ladder to heightened leadership shined brightly on your head.
Goodness is a choice; if that is the base of your outcome, then it would not contain even the slightest molecule of the mentioned dirt.
Have a look.
How my, not a sugar fluff- wants to convey it.
I hope this has its imprint to be a perfect barring to your ears to stop the flow of your spiteful ideas!
The unaware and divided attention remains maligned in its efforts to capture the state of your estranged heart to quell your dreamy hunger.
Your powered pirate is no lesser than excited storage that prefills its spirit of boasting with smugness.
The tables on which you work have heard about your intended voices to achieve gain over the death of issuance principles.
The sick idea of enjoying the misfortune of others and your decaying thoughts are soaked in gloated agreements and trying to achieve their motive with the helping hands of your mouth!
You see the workings of your regular and malevolent plane!
Your outer appearance exhibits your pretense of averting.
I am sure the dressing of your intellect is constantly rebuffing the distaste of your unaccomplishment.
©️shivpoetesspriya

Prose for my appeasing days!

O divinely botheration!
My sanguineness is constantly entranced
by your divinizing providence.
The brimming merriment shines with
your blessings of perceiving intuitiveness.

You are the emanating joy of pureness.
The nevertheless decidedly appetency
wants to remain closer to you.

O feeling of love!
O question of love!
O emotional and psychological strength!!!
Come through the actual song and set me free!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Refined feelings

These negotiable
notes are leaving behind
their formalities and
are now apparently
seeming to stare their
very attributes that makes
up a concept and intension.

May be there is no
resistance.
The intelligibleness
accepts the fact that
this aching thing is not going to leave
any part which is growing.
But I feel the capability of
getting extracted is rejoicing
your affection in an easy-going manner.

It is a perfect ace which
is hitting the right road!
Broken horizons can be the
beginning of a new concept!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Once upon a time, a small pond was surrounded by mesmerizing yellow flowers. It reminded me of how much I adore the things I love.
The realization of this moment filled my heart with the sound of chirping birds!
The cuckoo sang with its brightest tone from the rooftop branch.
My eyes brimmed with tears as I enjoyed the sight of a mother swan cuddling its tiny tot beside the pond. A yellow duckling saw the affection of the mother swan and ran towards them, but by then, it was too late.

As buzzing bees, chirping birds, and insects grew louder, I watched the sky transform into a beautiful array of colors as it moved forward.

I saw some rocks scattered around the trees and pond near me. They stood alone in their presence. They were the only company I had at the moment. There was no one else around but me.
Today, I can sing. I can hear birds singing and see a beautiful swan cuddling its baby!

But today, I am alone, sitting near this pond, looking at myself in the reflection of my image falling in the pond.
I hold on to my preferences to understand myself. How can I learn without being attached to anything?

Every day as I walk by the same pond, I notice the trees and flowers becoming more beautiful, with new fruits hanging from their branches. I also see birds enjoying the fruits.

I am still learning the dedicated approach from a committed nature.

The beautiful flowers and trees often remind me that my inside weather is not always okay, but I am learning to deal with the atmosphere I encounter wherever I go!

The wet tears are not always sunny. I hope to find answers to my internal monologues someday.
©shivpoetesspriya

Sahme hue dukhon ne
jab mujhe sataaya, tab
bikharne se bachaya
tumne!

Uski zinda chalakti
hui umang, ka khayaal
rakha tumne!

Ye alfaazon ke
ehasaas hain,
abhi bhi bekhabar!

Inki behaki si naraazgi
abhi bhi laati hai,
aankhon
mein nammi!

Dil tootne ki awaaz nai hoti,
isliye bachalo muje.
Ye gam-gusaar dil dhundta hai
tumara aetbaar!


Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions
#hindipoem

Sadly it's ananthous but unbiased!

When the heart is on shore,
with its hope and struggle *******
in a helpless fist, then just protect me
from its overlaid brim which is fraught
with fears because the metaphors are
not always in a position to save the
person.

Would you keep your hand over
my heart and bless it with the
splendid righteousness, which can
always take a hearty stand for the
perseverance rather than just being
a seamer!

Be my savior, even if I am not
your favorite Ananda.

The dignity speaks for itself!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

I am stumbling on my
way of floaty glumly situation,
Where it still allows me to reach up
to the surface which is dipped in the
swash of wear and tear.
Its color shows the scenario of
let it go and let it be, which is
quiet distressing.


Being helpless, I do see
there is scope for creating
and enkindling the finely art of poetry,
which has an ongoing
unitedly sporting endurance.

I feel amazed about how the
faithfulness rewards one person
with the relievedly form of calmness.

It has the wind of dance which
admires you to the core of
encomiums and paeans.
It is also very keen to hug you tenderly.

Please help! I don't wish to
be in the deep end of their blurredly bawls.
I want you to grasp my hand and
continue holding it!

-Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

O beautiful loner!
Your open heart rustles up
with whistling wind and
makes the tides of beauty
knotted inside the breathtaking
moments!

O darling!
Open your kind eyes!
There is no aloneness! There is only
strength in love which is making you
more of a faithful person!

Dear tenderness, please spread your
kindness through every gentle step
because the love inside you rocks!
- looking at the sky while encompassing
the colour shades of a contented heart!
©️Shivpoetesspriya

The droplets from my eyes looked
after its avowedly hard-won call!

The love which is so real,
is present in
its perpetual affinities.

Your everlasting
smile is like the gusto,
experienced in the songs of
a bounteous soul.

- I am trying to reticulate the pattern on jocund strings of my lyrical heart!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Decency and decree of valuable trust is an enigmatic soul of diplomacy.
How did diplomacy arise?
Between two individuals,
The same mindset meets the different perspectives or the same alike categories. They discover their essentials and keen interest.
Profitability is the intent of their nature. They are wholeheartedly thankful for their diplomacy to keep hold of each other.
After all, the truth will outshine the fears of their diplomatic behavior.
So a heart in constant need of getting a heavy favor will tend to be diplomatic to save its constraint consonants, metric values, loaded efforts, challenging ideas, and ramping solutions.
An outward and inward hand to each entity is a happy nature but diplomacy!
This factor shapes the roles of many individuals and routes and gives birth to many other forms of diplomacy. If I were to name some of it with its unique focus, then it would include:
Formal diplomacy is concerned solely with official interests, while informal diplomacy aims to improve personal and official relationships. Friendship diplomacy involves prioritizing both factors (formal and informal) to make significant changes with ease. Cultural diplomacy is a widespread personal interest that relies on lightweight ideas to gain a competitive edge. Helpless diplomacy is all about using influence to defend oneself and seeking to gain more power in the process.
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Sub title: A doting experience originated from a likable form!

Carefree prudence vested me with the ability of discernment to act meticulously at the core of its functioning. Its supplemented and accompanying thoughtfulness clustered around the empty corners of my heart.

The impressions of adducible thinking and reasoned implicatures were the witnesses of my heartbroken valley. The erosional movements in the emotional pieces of my actuating heart formed the hollowing surface of this valley. Regarding quality and its authenticating moments are the staunch fillers of the elongated sealer of my broken heart. The inveterate enthusiasm allows the inner depth to keep solemnizing this place of worship.

The soft pulsating center inside the lining of the sealing kept glowing with the steady bright red color implying the inclination of a fiery aglow from the stark mark of the center of my heart.

I recommended myself to be entranced with its displayed learning. And to my unanticipated wonderment, I saw a primary radiating logical forte with the objective of unbiased loveliness, and there wasn't any sign of deliberation and weakness.

This perceiving manner appears to be such a fresh piece of certainty as if I had drunk the cup of easing lucidity. However, these relief feelings hold the unquestioning beliefs by enhancing their inner impressions to support their accompanying nature and its affinity.

The morale thus stays agile by demonstrating its fine and chief point!
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Insulting is not how I will clear this fact to you that your fake diplomacy and pretentious character are the worst and weak factors that will cause your fall.

Do you report back to your emotions in that fake diplomacy? When you have the ideas of vengeance and damaging others. Your speech won't support the inner format of hard-hearted diplomacy (Where little constructive and positive way would come up).
In this case, either you will leave behind many traces of the building of your traps and eventually fail upon your ideas.

U keep that diplomatic tone of the speech very high. But instead of supporting the innovative inner perspective of genuine diplomacy, you are always rejoicing with erroneous ideas.

Does creativity happen from negativity?

Genuine diplomacy is a creative process. Believe it or not, it has much to do with the person's genuineness which is absent on your part.

The genuineness carries the procedure of the walk-the-talk process.
Your friends who are likely hailing your bad ideas may mend their behavior to soothe the feelings of many by building a vision of achieving success on your failing.

They don't realize it is their first hole in the ship of success, from where they demand this smashing triumph.

Who is at a loss here? You, your sinful ideas, and people forge more bad ideas by enjoying your failure.

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Silence has the eyes
that doesn't want to talk.

Silence!
It is the silence that doesn't want to talk.

Does silence talk anyway?

The little broken heart understands!

The unspoken sentiment of the heart tells a story.
Amidst the struggle, it offers suggestions.
The silent heart attempts to understand the exploration of the hopes and the contemplations within the silence.

The broken heart doesn't leave its way.

The gift of the deep feeling and its understanding sparkles, and it understands the silence that understands the silence behind the silent eyes.

Does silence talk anyway?
The pretty little heart, let's rest in the contemplations of the silent heart within the silence.
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I don’t ever want to mess with your stars!

I wish my breathing can
consume your solemnly music
and I can do the spirit-led dancing
along with it!

This world is full of aching remnants!

In the darkness, my sense of openness
feels you and the mirage is looking at you!

In the light I yearn to merge in you!

I wish to sing the song of your heart
like lovely lilies smiling in your garden!

-My light bringer I feel you in my heart!

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Sub title- An implicative thin line!


O striving thin line! O hard to bear the feeling!

O tenacious enduring struggle!

Skill the frame of my internal heart with your prudent and apprising conditioning.

The heart wants to learn how many heavy-going, demanding situations and exhaustion are more to cross!

The journeying quest of my heart is beholding a variant of endeavoring for impelling the direction of a fragmentary wanting.

I can feel its maladjusted, related affecting.

It is inexperient. The unsuited anger seems to be a thankful friend of heedless botheration! They inanely meet each other!

The diminutival granules of the dear heart say- I can't be a deal for an opportunist! I feel this is how decisiveness is always disposing of with clarity!

The tenderheartedness knows about an enchanted and delicate space of love. It is constantly dissipating the unexhausted anger!

Come, have a look inside my madded heart!

There is wordlessness and lots of tunes. Both are having a fairish time celebrating each other's heartbreaks, anguishes, and unhappiness!

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